"Up early this morning!"

"He...yo!"

"Wife steamed two buns for me!"

"He...yo!"

"If the buns aren't enough, we've got more!"

"He...yo!"

"Your brother is an old ox!"

"He...yo!"

"Busy day and night!"

"Hehehe yo!!!!!!"

A group of laborers were dismantling the workshop. Some of the equipment was difficult and time-consuming to build, so it was best to move it. Once the workshop was re-established at Xue Hai Pass and the raw materials were found, a new round of production could begin immediately.

Migration was not like military marching. Military marching naturally required speed and efficiency, but with such a large migration, it was difficult to pursue any kind of speed.

Since they were moving slowly anyway, and there was no way to speed it up, they might as well bring all the usable tools with them.

The Blind Man and Si Niang sat in the carriage, with the dismantling site outside.

"This is the voice of the working people, but even this work song has a bit of bawdiness."

Ever since the Blind Man started using the erhu, his aesthetic sense had slowly started to deviate from that of a concert pianist, gradually becoming more down-to-earth.

Of course, another way of saying it was that he had abandoned the so-called low-level taste and began to listen to the voices of the broad masses of working people.

"Why don't you write one for them?" Si Niang said with a smile.

"No, no, these things are like crosstalk, interesting and fun to listen to in private, but once they're put on the Spring Festival Gala, there's not much left."

"Let's talk business."

Si Niang reached out and rubbed her brow.

"We have to talk business. A'Ming said that Xue Hai Pass is actually most short of people, so we have to figure out how to migrate people there."

The barbarians' looting had turned the area around Xue Hai Pass into a no-man's-land. The development of any region was most dependent on people.

"Tell me your plan first."

The Blind Man nodded and said, "I plan to divide it into four steps."

Then,

The Blind Man took an orange from his pocket, peeled off a piece of the skin, and placed it on the carriage, saying:

"The first step is to mobilize our base. I have to say, when our lord asked us to set up schools and clinics in Sheng Le City, I knew it was just a moment of our lord's womanly compassion, those who don't manage a household don't know the price of firewood and rice;

"But it had a miraculous effect. I believe that at least half of the people in Sheng Le City are willing to migrate to Xue Hai Pass with us.

"But people are reluctant to leave their homeland, and most people are unwilling to leave their hometown unless absolutely necessary, so this requires the second step, which is public opinion propaganda;

"These people are used to the good life we've given them, so we'll spread the word that after General Zheng is transferred away, the newly appointed city guard will be a green-faced, fanged Yan general, with a violent personality, insatiable greed, who likes to drink human milk and eat children.

"In short, the more negative, the better.

"All the shops, restaurants, and tea houses in Sheng Le City belong to our General's Manor. We'll arrange for people to spread this kind of news in every place.

"One spreads to ten, ten spreads to a hundred, three men make a tiger, and what's not true becomes true. These common people are not qualified to come into contact with real military and state affairs, and are most easily incited, and it's very easy to create panic.

"With these two steps, about 90% of the people here in Sheng Le will follow us.

"But this is far from enough. Xue Hai Pass is much larger than our Sheng Le City, and its location is much better than ours, so the space for accommodating the population is naturally extremely spacious.

"To put it bluntly, even if our Sheng Le soldiers and civilians all migrated there, it would be like filling a gap between the teeth for Xue Hai Pass.

"So, for the third step, I plan to spread the news, as far as possible around Sheng Le, saying that we're recruiting laborers, not conscripting labor, but promising that as long as they help us transport things to Xue Hai Pass, we'll pay them according to the number of people, thirty taels of silver per person.

"In addition, we'll deliberately open a gap, men, women, adults, and children, all treated equally, as long as they can come to help transport things there, they'll be paid according to this price.

"People in the nearby area will definitely bring their entire families to take advantage of this."

Hearing this, Si Niang couldn't help asking:

"We don't have that much money."

However, Si Niang immediately thought of something, and she smiled and nodded.

The Blind Man also nodded and continued:

"Xue Hai Pass has almost become a no-man's-land, what's the least valuable thing there? Just like the Western Development, land is the least valuable thing.

"After luring this large group of people to Xue Hai Pass, if they want silver, fine, but the silver is all converted into fields, thirty taels of silver, calculated according to normal medium-grade fields, divided and given to you to cultivate.

"Don't want land and still want silver?

"Then you have to wait, wait for the silver to be transported over before settling the accounts, dragging it out for a year or so, who can bear it?

"Besides, we have troops in our hands, are we afraid of them causing trouble?"

"They can't cause trouble even if they want to, because there will be many people inside who are willing to take the land."

"That's right, either you go empty-handed, crossing half of Jin from Sheng Le to Xue Hai Pass, just treat it as a tour, and go back empty-handed.

"But how many are willing to go back empty-handed? What will they eat and drink on the way back, with their whole family, how many can survive to return to their hometown?"

This was actually a "deception," but neither the Blind Man nor Si Niang felt that there was anything wrong with it.

Ultimately, the Demon Lord's kindness was only based on interest.

All seven Demon Lords were people with blood on their hands, and none of them were saints.

"What about the fourth step?"

"The fourth step is optional. Our lord's seal and so on are all left with me. I'll write a memorial to the imperial court and another to Marquis Jingnan in our lord's name.

"Since we're allowed to garrison Xue Hai Pass, we can't be given no support at all.

"Although the Yan Kingdom has suffered from several large-scale wars in recent years, resulting in some economic hardship, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. It's possible to squeeze out a little bit of immigrants to reclaim Xue Hai Pass.

"This Yan emperor is a man of great talent and vision. He's aware of the importance of Xue Hai Pass and won't be stingy.

"Moreover, after our lord takes office as the Xue Hai Pass commander, he'll become a hot commodity and can learn from the Marquis Zhenbei's estate, asking the imperial court for whatever he lacks. We won't be polite either.

"If the barbarians are peaceful, we'll go and beat them up, reporting enemy activity every now and then, and then reporting a great victory every six to ten times;

"It's as if we don't know how to play this game of nurturing bandits to build up our own power."

Si Niang nodded, leaning back slightly, and said:

"After this move, we won't be moving again, right?"

Next time, it should be at most sending troops from Xue Hai Pass, not moving the base.

"That's not for sure."

The Blind Man's mouth revealed a smile:

"Yanjing, Shangjing, these places are not necessarily worse than Xue Hai Pass."

……

A prison cart, locking up a prisoner, was moving forward, guarded by five hundred Jingnan army knights in front and behind.

Inside the prison cart sat A'Lai.

His hair was a little disheveled, and his eyes were somewhat cloudy.

He was captured by the barbarians and handed over to the Yan people.

He cursed those barbarians, scolded them for being ungrateful, scolded them for forgetting their original oaths!

When facing the Yan people, he kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word.

Whatever food the Yan people sent, he only picked the finest to eat, and he always had to wash before going to bed at night.

But even so, it was obviously impossible for a prisoner's life to be rosy-cheeked.

The Yan people captured many barbarian prisoners of war, including some barbarian tribal nobles, and brought them to see A'Lai.

Some prisoners of war flattered the Yan people and said, "Yes, it's him!"

Others knelt before him, crying bitterly.

They were crying, perhaps for their "king," now facing such an experience, or perhaps for their own current situation.

A'Lai basically didn't do anything, but in fact, it was as if he had done a lot.

When he realized that he couldn't escape this time, he didn't think about escaping anymore.

He had recognized his fate;

He really had no choice;

As A'Lai, he was nothing;

But as "king," he could at least continue to play some role.

He didn't know where the real king was hiding now, or perhaps, had already died in the chaos of the army?

King,

Shouldn't die so easily, right?

It's just that, in A'Lai's view, death was actually more like a relief.

The Snowfield Overlord, after losing his warriors and having his foundation overturned, would walk to his death freely, that would be the most pleasant thing.

Living,

Either,

You have to bear the condemnation of the souls of more than 100,000 barbarian warriors who trusted you,

Even if you want to make a comeback,

Can you make it happen?

A'Lai originally thought that Marquis Jingnan would come to see him, and he had been preparing for it.

He was confident that he could deceive most people, but facing the Yan South Marquis, whose methods were miraculous in the confrontation between the two armies, he really didn't have much confidence.

He waited and waited, waited and waited,

But all the way past Wangjiang,

And all the way past Yingdu,

He didn't wait for that South Marquis to come see him,

Or,

To be tied up and escorted to the feet of that South Marquis.

At first, A'Lai was a little puzzled, but now, A'Lai understood.

Maybe, people just didn't care about him at all.

More than 100,000 barbarian warriors, most of them died in battle, and the rest were captured, the barbarian essence and blood, lost in one morning.

The Barbarian King without the support of the army, was that still the Barbarian King?

Even on the snowfield, those tribes who were once willing to follow and trust the Barbarian King, after facing such huge losses, not to mention whether they were still willing to support his comeback, they themselves might already be unable to protect themselves.

A'Lai grew up on the snowfield and naturally understood what the atmosphere on the snowfield was like.

Originally, the king could change all of this, and the snowfield could become a country similar to Jin and Yan, but the king failed.

Waiting for the snowfield was another dark age of endless conquest and consumption.

A'Lai believed that maybe that Yan South Marquis wasn't sure whether he was really real, but people said he was real, then he was real.

When the Yan people were strong enough, when the barbarians were weak enough,

The truth,

Wasn't actually important anymore,

What the Yan people needed was the truth.

Right,

Was that right.

The escort team spent the night in Xinsu City.

There was a Jingnan army camp there.

Late at night, it seemed that a team of cavalry, covered in dust, arrived in Xinsu City.

This was an imperial decree delivery team. They were using Xinsu City as a post station and needed to rest and change horses.

Some of the contents of the decree needed to be kept secret; but some did not.

Therefore, under the deliberate revelation of the eunuch who announced the decree, soon, the Jingnan army soldiers inside and outside Xinsu City began to cheer spontaneously.

Cries of "King Jingnan!" resounded through the night sky.

Sitting in the prison cart, A'Lai leaned his head sadly on the iron bars,

That Yan South Marquis, was he made a king.

Was it because of the merit of this great victory that he was able to be made a king.

Using the bones of more than 100,000 barbarians to build his own crown?

A'Lai couldn't hate it, he was actually a little numb.

At the same time, he also knew that the tens of thousands of Chu people in Yupan City were just as numb as he was.

When passing near Yupan City to cross the river, A'Lai saw from afar that a new wall had been built outside Yupan City.

The Yan people intended to trap the Chu people inside the city and let them... starve to death.

Perhaps, what the Chu people in Yupan City hoped for was probably to grit their teeth and hold on until spring, until Wangjiang thawed, and wait for their navy to come to the rescue.

But would the Yan people not think of this?

A'Lai lowered his head,

He wanted to raise his hand to pull his hair away, but because his wrists were shackled, he couldn't lift it up the first time.

A'Lai simply knelt on the ground, so that his hands could help him grab the hair on the back of his head, and then scratch his neck.

"Hehe, look, doesn't this guy look like a dog now."

Next to him, an Yan soldier guarding the prison cart laughed.

A'Lai could understand Xia language.

Hearing this sentence, he turned his face to look at the Yan soldier, the Yan soldier's mouth was slightly slanted, and he was also looking at him.

A'Lai smiled,

Then, facing the soldier:

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

……

The construction work of Xue Hai Pass had already begun. The more than 20,000 barbarian prisoners of war couldn't be given food for nothing, although what was given wasn't the kind of food that people could eat.

But even these pig-like things, they had to grab.

In the tradition of Sheng Le Army, there had always been a tradition of treating prisoners of war well, but that was purposeful. Treating prisoners of war well was to absorb those prisoners of war for their own use.

But for these barbarians, because there was no intention of absorbing them, they naturally didn't treat them as human beings.

Since these barbarians were able to take up knives and ride horses, and were able to act as they pleased, then they couldn't blame today's ending.

What goes around, comes around.

There were wooden stakes, and hanging on them were the barbarians who had been caught after escaping. They were being thirsted to death and sunned to death alive on top. The bodies were severely dehydrated, and during the day, some birds would come to peck at them.

This was the most primitive and straightforward warning.

When it came to night, when distributing the evening meal, the Sheng Le soldiers who came to distribute the food were really carrying buckets and throwing it into the crowd like scattering pig food. Watching these barbarians fight and tear at each other so forgetfully seemed like a very interesting thing.

At the same time, every day a group of soldiers would come here during running exercises, doing nothing, just watching the miserable state of these barbarians.

Many of these were new soldiers who had been absorbed from the Jin people slaves who had been rescued from Sheng Le City, and there were also old soldiers who had been established as a system.

The tradition of Sheng Le Army was that ideological and political construction must not be delayed, even if the Blind Man was not there, it must be grasped equally.

The leading colonel would tell them loudly,

If we had lost back then,

They wouldn't have had the slightest pity for us, our ending would only be several times more miserable than theirs!

This was a bloody era,

Back then, even General Zheng, who wanted to live a peaceful life as a small innkeeper,

Almost got thrown into the civilian labor camp as bait,

If it weren't for Liang Cheng and Xue San by his side,

General Zheng's flesh and blood would probably have nourished a small patch of lush pasture.

Therefore, this era was not suitable for white lotuses to grow.

Even when the various Xia within the country really started fighting, there was absolutely no soft hand.

The Chu navy didn't have a soft hand when they wantonly shot and killed Yan soldiers who were not good at swimming and were floundering in the Wangjiang River,

Similarly,

Marquis Jingnan wanted to trap tens of thousands of Chu troops in Yupan City into a cannibalistic situation, and there was no trace of tenderness.

Even to the "brotherly state" in name, it was still like this, so to these foreign races, who did not belong to the Xia component, it was naturally more direct and thorough.

The Marquis Zhenbei's estate in Beifeng County would send troops to wipe out some barbarian tribes from time to time. Li Fusheng, this kind of madman, could be the commander-in-chief, which was originally a concrete manifestation of this national policy in execution.

Even Yao Zizhan, the Literary Sage, even in his most "ethereal" years, had never written any silly and sweet poems about "the world is beautiful, stop fighting and cease war."

Every day, many barbarian prisoners of war died on the construction site;

Every day, the construction site could see progress at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It could be said that Xue Hai Pass and this string of beacon fortresses along the line were all soaked in the blood and tears of the barbarians.

General Zheng would also ride out to see the progress from time to time, because he really had nothing to do.

At home, Ke Shi's body had recovered a little these days, and her figure quickly returned to her former plumpness. That frown and smile, and the words she had once actively said that she was willing to recommend herself to his bed, made General Zheng a little uncomfortable.

So ah, sometimes, people really can't live too clearly. If he had drunk more wine back then, maybe he would have done it with her, and there would be no psychological burden.

Now it was good, he had refused her back then, and now, seeing that Si Niang and the others should be coming in a few days, if he broke his abstinence at this time, wouldn't he have endured for so long in vain, what a pity!

When inspecting the construction site, General Zheng sometimes felt a little guilty for being too cruel to these barbarian prisoners of war,

Then he would lift his head,

The wind would blow,

And the guilt would be blown away.

The days,

Passed by in such a "plain" way.

Until,

One day,

A team of people wearing gorgeous official robes and flying dragon flags came to the city of Xue Hai Pass.

It was really not easy to get here all the way from Yanjing, and they had to hurry. Saying they were covered in dust was too light, especially for these eunuchs who didn't ride horses often, it was a kind of torture.

But compared with those two predecessors who crashed to death on the stone lions,

Hey,

Wasn't it just a longer journey,

What did that count for!

Announcing the decree represented the face of the imperial court, so after they arrived at Xue Hai Pass and were met by the Xue Hai Pass scouts, they stopped to rest. On the one hand, they let the scouts go back to report to Zheng Fan first, so that Zheng Fan could prepare for the conferment;

On the other hand, they also had to tidy themselves up, wash their faces, and change into clean clothes from their luggage.

Therefore, when the decree announcement team really appeared outside Xue Hai Pass, the city gate opened directly, two Sheng Le cavalry teams marched out in formation, and the city wall was also full of soldiers.

An incense table and offering table were set up in the center of the city gate,

Immediately,

General Zheng, in full armor, slowly rode out of the city.

The eunuch who announced the decree raised the imperial decree in his hand, and beside him was a young vice minister of the Ministry of Rites.

"General Zheng Fan of Sheng Le, receive the decree!"

Zheng Fan dismounted, walked forward slowly, came behind the incense table, flicked his cloak, and knelt down.

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

At that moment, the knights on horseback held their sabers horizontally in front of them, following the Yan army tradition. People on horseback did not perform kneeling salutes, and the guards on the city wall knelt down together and shouted:

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

The eunuch who announced the decree took a deep breath and opened the imperial decree,

"By the decree of the Emperor, who has received the Mandate of Heaven, General Zheng Fan of Sheng Le is loyal to the country and has made numerous meritorious services..."

Below was a long string of foreshadowing.

No more than, it was a very formulaic way to praise you once.

This kind of official rhetoric was like listening to reports in later generations. No matter what happened, this large paragraph in the middle could be used, the difference was only that for civil servants, a sentence of integrity would be added, and for military generals, a sentence of bloody courage would be added. For the older ones, a sentence of old pine would be added, and for the younger ones, a sentence of national talent would be added;

There was no difference in the rest.

However, Zheng Fan had been waiting for the last sentence.

"...Therefore, General Zheng Fan of the former Sheng Le is named the Commander-in-Chief of Xue Hai Pass and granted the title of Earl of Pingye! By imperial decree."

Commander-in-Chief of Xue Hai Pass,

This was something he expected.

After all, since Marquis Jingnan had spoken, Zheng Fan really didn't believe that the imperial court would reject Marquis Jingnan's face.

But he was directly made an earl?

This was something that Zheng Fan hadn't expected. It should be known that the Yan Kingdom was extremely stingy with titles.

Even those princes, when they were princes, were all princes, but when one of the brothers ascended the throne, they would immediately unite to request the revocation of the title of prince.

In other words, his title of Earl of Pingye would be upgraded one level in the future to become Marquis of Pingye.

This Yan emperor was really generous.

"This subject thanks His Majesty for his kindness!"

Zheng Fan spread his hands and raised them above his head.

The eunuch handed the imperial decree to Zheng Fan and said flatteringly:

"Rise, Earl."

Zheng Fan stood up, raised the imperial decree, and looked around;

At that moment,

The shouts were several times more enthusiastic than the previous shouts of long live:

"Greetings, Earl Pingye!"

"Greetings, Earl Pingye!"

"Greetings, Earl Pingye!"

Sheng Le Army,

Oh no,

In the future, it should be called Xue Hai Army,

Sheng Le Iron Cavalry should also be renamed Xue Hai Iron Cavalry.

This army had little sense of belonging to the Yan Emperor, to the imperial court, or even to the Yan Kingdom. Their loyalty was only dedicated to Zheng Fan.

……

At night,

Zheng Fan set up a banquet in the other courtyard to entertain a group of military generals;

Inside the inner seat, there were only the First Prince and that eunuch.

Presumably, the Yan Emperor would definitely send a private decree to his eldest son. Zheng Fan didn't bother them and only took care of drinking with the military generals of various levels.

In the end, he went in and drank a cup with the First Prince and that eunuch.

Tomorrow, the First Prince would probably set off back to Beijing. He should be traveling with this eunuch. Two gifts had naturally been prepared.

In fact, they were not short of money, but gifts, in the eyes of people at their level, were more of a respect.

Earl Zheng was really a little drunk today and was helped back to the inner house to rest by Fan Li.

"Water...water...water..."

After leaving the lord on the bed like that, Fan Li felt that his mission was completed and walked out of the other courtyard, without saying anything about getting some sobering soup or pouring some tea.

At this time, Ke Shi, who lived in the side room, came over after hearing the sound and saw Zheng Fan lying drunk on the bed, and quickly approached to check.

"Si Niang...Si Niang...I'm thirsty...water..."

Soon,

A cool sensation permeated his lips, smoothly entering his throat, and the feeling of thirst disappeared instantly, but instead felt incredibly sweet.

……

"You really won't come with me?"

The First Prince and Jin Shuke were walking side by side outside the city.

Jin Shuke was on duty to patrol outside the city today, and needed to keep a good eye on the group of barbarian prisoners of war so that they wouldn't escape or cause any trouble. He did not attend the dinner party, so before leaving to return to Beijing, the First Prince specially came outside the city to find him.

"Your Highness, you're joking."

This question, for Jin Shuke, there was no choice at all.

Not to mention that he had already recognized Zheng Fan, and also, he had already expressed his heart in front of Zheng Fan. If he left with the First Prince tomorrow, then, according to Zheng Fan's temper, he would definitely send cavalry to chase him and kill him on the spot!

Well,

Because General Zheng was relatively lazy most of the time and didn't do much, the behavioral style of the Demon Lords was also classified under the name of General Zheng.

"Hehe."

The First Prince just smiled. Zheng Fan had been made an earl today, and he was clear that he could no longer dig up the corner. Previously, it was just asking for the sake of asking.

Earl Pingye, Earl Pingye,

His father,

This time was really a generous move.

The two men walked for a while like that, and neither of them spoke again.

The two of them were comrades who had fought together on the battlefield, and it was fitting to say goodbye in this way.

At this time, a group of barbarian prisoners of war transporting stone materials came in front of them, and there was a team of cavalry watching them.

At night, large-scale construction would naturally have to stop, but some simple preparations could continue. Most importantly, the Xue Hai Pass soldiers didn't take the lives of the barbarians seriously at all, and even wished that some of them would die sooner, so as to reduce the pressure of guarding them. Naturally, they wouldn't care about such trivial matters as whether the barbarians could rest well at night.

"Plop!"

At this time,

A barbarian threw down the basket on his shoulder, took a step out, but because he was chained at his feet, he couldn't run away, but instead brought down several barbarians in front and behind him.

Two nearby knights raised their sabers, and another drew their bow and arrow, preparing to kill this barbarian who attempted to escape on the spot.

However, after falling to the ground, the barbarian did not struggle anymore, but instead shouted directly:

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness!!!!!!!"

What he shouted,

Was Xia language.

Among the barbarian prisoners of war, those who could speak Xia language would be treated better than ordinary barbarians. After all, Xue Hai Pass also needed translators.

Therefore, it seemed very strange that this barbarian, who was clearly engaged in ordinary labor, could actually speak Xia language.

Even stranger,

Was the First Prince,

Because this barbarian clearly recognized him.

The First Prince and Jin Shuke immediately walked over,

Under Jin Shuke's wave, the nearby cavalry also retreated slightly, without rushing to kill and punish.

The First Prince squatted down in front of this barbarian,

Staring at the barbarian's face,

This face had a new knife scar, which was very terrible. In this era, it was not easy to not die from the wound festering after suffering such a big trauma.

"You recognize me?"

Hearing this, the barbarian,

Lifted his head,

Looking at the First Prince,

He smiled:

"Recognize, recognize, how could I not recognize;

Aren't you the loser under my hands?"

……

General Zheng, who was dreaming, was woken up, and the person who woke him up was Xue San.

"San'er...what's wrong?"

He drank too much, and his head was still a little swollen.

"Lord, the Barbarian King, the Barbarian King has been caught!"

"Caught?"

Zheng Fan immediately shuddered.

"That's not right, didn't they say before that he had already been searched by the Jingnan Army?"

The main force of the barbarians was destroyed, and the Jingnan Army's great victory of capturing the Barbarian King alive had actually been reported a long time ago and spread throughout the various armies.

"Lord, this, this, the one captured by the Jingnan Army, it seems, is not real, the one we encountered this time, may be the real one."

"What kind of ghost thing?"

Zheng Fan stood up a little annoyed.

At this time, Ke Shi came over with a washbasin.

Zheng Fan picked up the towel, wiped his face, and then felt that his mind was clearer, and then asked:

"Where are the people?"

"They're right at the door."

"Bring them in."

Ke Shi stepped back to take back the towel.

After a while,

A bound barbarian was dragged in by Fan Li, thrown directly on the ground, and kicked, so that he knelt down.

What surprised Zheng Fan a little was that the First Prince and Jin Shuke were also following behind.

To be honest,

Jin Shuke could be considered one of his Zheng Fan's current lucky generals. If an army wanted to continue to develop and grow continuously, relying on only one person would definitely not work, and more talents had to emerge to share some of the pressure for Liang Cheng.

But clearly it was cabbage in his own vegetable garden,

Why did this First Prince always want to steal it?

Moreover, this matter, if it was known by the First Prince, it would be a little inconvenient to display it.

The barbarian kneeling on the ground immediately kowtowed and shouted:

"Gou Moli pays respects to Earl Pingye, Earl Pingye is blessed!"

A very funny scene,

The Barbarian King,

Paying respects to Earl Pingye.

The First Prince then stood up and said: "Earl Pingye, can we speak in another room?"

Zheng Fan naturally stood up and agreed, and at the same time pointed to Xue San, signaling Xue San to ask this person some questions first.

After Zheng Fan and the First Prince entered the side hall, the First Prince cut to the chase:

"Earl Pingye, the person today is definitely not the real Barbarian King."

"Oh?"

Alcohol somewhat paralyzed his brain, and in addition, he was pulled up not long after falling asleep. Earl Zheng's brain circuits were not in a normal state at this time, so he couldn't understand the meaning in the First Prince's words for a while.

"Earl Pingye, the real Barbarian King has been captured by the Jingnan Army. At this moment, he may have entered Yan territory and is not far from the capital. This is a fact recognized by the army, so the Barbarian King we are encountering now must be fake."

There was a matter of face involved here.

Because the military report had already been reported, and the imperial court was beginning to reward merits.

If you report yourself at this time, saying that the first Barbarian King was fake, wouldn't this be slapping Marquis Jingnan in the face?

As a direct descendant of Marquis Jingnan, he naturally had the responsibility to maintain the face of Marquis Jingnan.

Zheng Fan was actually didn't think about this at first, because he knew Marquis Jingnan better than most people. This matter, maybe Marquis Jingnan didn't care about it at all. Captured the wrong one? Oh, then it's wrong, just send the real one to the capital.

This was probably Marquis Jingnan's true reaction.

Of course, only Zheng Fan had this kind of confidence. In fact, in general, in the system, even if the direct senior leader farted, subordinates would have to analyze all kinds of flavors of life, which was the real norm.

However, there was actually another meaning in the First Prince's words.

That was,

Even if this Barbarian King was real,

In my eyes, he is also fake.

I will keep it a secret for you.

Earl Zheng, whose mind was a little slow, frowned and pondered for a long time before he understood these three levels, and pointed to his still flushed face a little embarrassedly,

He said:

"Your Highness, my mind is a little unclear now, let's just speak frankly, don't go around in circles."

Speaking,

Zheng Fan habitually reached out again and patted the First Prince on the shoulder:

"How do I count with Your Highness, we are comrades who have fought together and risked our lives together, right, I trust Your Highness wholeheartedly, and Your Highness naturally doesn't need to hide anything from me."

The First Prince would naturally not take this kind of "heartfelt words" said under the influence of alcohol seriously, but he still nodded and said:

"Very good, Earl Zheng, Wujiang will be leaving here tomorrow to return to the capital, and the affairs here have nothing to do with Wujiang, I will not listen to the interrogation. Wujiang will take his leave!"

The First Prince turned around and prepared to leave.

Zheng Fan immediately reached out, grabbed the First Prince's shoulder again, stopped him, and because his steps were a little weak, he was brought to the First Prince's back.

"..." The First Prince.

"Sorry, sorry, I offended Your Highness."

Zheng Fan immediately propped himself up, shook his head again, and said:

"Your Highness, if the one inside is the real Barbarian King, don't you want to kill him with one knife?"

The one who hated the Barbarian King the most here was not him, Zheng Fan, nor the Demon Lords, nor the Xue Hai Army, but His Highness Ji Wujiang.

If it wasn't for the defeat in the first battle of Wangjiang, how could His Highness have been reduced to this?

Not to mention the loss of troops and generals, he also turned himself into a tool for marriage.

The First Prince licked his lips,

Turned around,

Looking at Zheng Fan,

He said very seriously:

"Earl Zheng, I have a 90% certainty that the one inside is the real Barbarian King."

Some things, some expressions, even a wisp of gaze, a tone of voice, had already surpassed countless evidence.

When that barbarian raised his head and looked at himself and said that he was the loser under his hands,

The First Prince almost concluded,

This,

Was the real Barbarian King!

"Then Your Highness..."

"My revenge, Marquis Jingnan has already avenged for me, and the Chu army in Yupan City will not be able to jump for long either. What I hate is this group of barbarians, not just one person.

"He has lost his army, and he himself has been reduced to hiding in the prisoner of war camp. The tribes of the snowfield will also be subjected to a new cleansing. He is the Barbarian King now, but he is not worth me, Ji Wujiang, killing him at all costs!

"But I believe that no matter what he is reporting his identity for, I believe that with your, Earl Zheng, methods, you can definitely handle him.

"Moreover, today the imperial decree has arrived, and the title of Earl Pingye has already indicated that my father has handed over all matters of dealing with the snowfield barbarians to Earl Zheng.

"How to deal with him, how to use him, that is Earl Zheng's business."

"Wow, Your Highness